Chapter 17 Repeated Murder

At night, everything was silent, and Su Mi's breathing could be heard quietly. When people are resting, ghosts will come out, and when ghosts come out, I will also come out.

Just after ten o'clock, I rolled over and got out of bed. Sumi slept soundly. For safety's sake, I took out the requiem from the cupboard and lit it on. The requiem helps sleep, and it also drives away the little devils, preventing them from making trouble.

I took out a bunch of stuff from the cupboard for self-defense, but unfortunately my ability is too weak now, and my opponent is a territory, so be careful. Having dealt with the territory for thousands of years, I also know some of his weaknesses, some things he is afraid of.

With these ready, I went out the door. I didn't leave the dormitory door, I jumped directly into the garden from the balcony on the third floor, rolled on the spot, got up and patted the dirt on my body, then walked to the old dormitory building.

It's ten forty-five, and there are still some couples on the road. If they can see the sluts lying at their feet and staring at them, they probably won't be interested. .

All the way forward, my heart is a little heavy. In case of a fight, I really am not an opponent of the territory. Thinking that I touched the package, forget it, love it to death.

I went to the door of the dormitory again, and the old lock was broken as soon as I broke it. Walking in quickly, a smell of dead mice mixed with mold hit my face, choking me. It seems that this place is not a good place for people or ghosts.

There is dust everywhere, and there are five floors in this building. I walked very fast, and I didn't encounter a little ghost or spirit along the way, not even a dead mouse or spider web. This is not a good phenomenon. It means that either someone is cleaning here or there are evil ghosts occupying it, and the little ghosts dare not approach. It is definitely not the former reason, it can only be the latter reason.

Is it just that this evil ghost is Wen Yiming? I think of Wen Yiming's parents. They are kind and sincere. According to what the principal said to Su Mi, Wen Yiming was also an excellent person back then, and his hard work was appreciated by people. What made him kill seven people? As I walked, I thought about it, sorted out the questions, and waited a while to ask Wen Yiming.

I just went up to the fourth floor when a gust of cold wind rushed over. The air was humid, smelled unpleasant, and the smell of blood was heavy. I sniffed and showed a disgusted expression. I stood at the entrance of the stairs, looked left and right, and saw a person standing at the end on the left.

The moonlight is very good tonight, making this place without lights a bit bright. I stepped on the mottles on the ground and walked towards the figure. He stood still, like a statue, I slowly approached him, feeling the intense resentment, hatred, and pain in him.

"The moon is so beautiful." He said suddenly, his voice was dry and hoarse as if being swept over by fire, it sounded very mournful, he didn't turn around and kept his back to me, looking at Yue 1;148471591054062bright through the window.

"Yeah." I also glanced at the moon and replied softly, "You are Wen Yiming, are you waiting for me?" He should have tacitly agreed that he didn't answer. As I approached him, he moved a bit, moved out of a position, and I leaned in to look at the moon with him.

His face was clean and handsome, and he showed two tiger teeth when he spoke. There was a deep blood hole on his neck, and the blood vessels inside could be seen, and there was no more blood flowing. I remembered that he committed suicide by cutting his throat the same way he killed several others. It must be very painful, I secretly said, and touched my neck, it was cool.

"Thank you for the sweet-scented osmanthus cake." Wen Yiming turned his head slowly, his movements stiff, "It's delicious." He said lightly, "Thank you for sending my parents away."

"No thanks." I waved my hand, a little embarrassed. Although I just met, I don't have a bad impression of Wen Yiming. He is very gentle and polite, and he is not evil at all. In fact, as a ghost, he is well maintained, his face is not broken, his body can be seen, and he can cultivate such a complete soul, he does have a hatred that cannot be let go.

Once entangled in hatred, it is difficult to escape. I stared at Wen Yiming, and finally asked the question that puzzled me, "Why did you kill."

His motives are still unknown, except that he is insane, but I don't think he is ill. Wen Yiming looked at me, his eyes were very cold and icy, but it wasn't necessarily his intention. When others died, they lost their warmth and were entangled with hatred, but compared to the thousand-year-old ice in the frontier, Wen Yiming was better. Many, not incurable.

"Do you want to see it?" Wen Yiming said suddenly, I was slightly startled, and immediately realized that today is his death day, and everything will be repeated. I didn't speak, which was also the default for him. My heart is tight, the territory has not yet appeared, are you going to let me dove? If you are idle, you will be idle, so just accompany him to take a look.

After he finished speaking, he got up and walked away. I followed in his footsteps. After a while, he had a dagger in his hand, and the blade shone with a cold light. For him, these are used to.

The cold wind blew, I narrowed my eyes, and when I opened it again, the time and space had changed. We went back to this day seven years ago. Wen Yiming's face was very cold, he held a dagger in his hand, and his eyes shone with hatred.

The lights were on in the corridor, the light was very dim, and one of the lights was broken, flashing and flashing, like an early warning. There was no one in the corridor, only a shout or a burst of laughter came from one of the dormitories occasionally.

The dormitory in front of us was very quiet and could not hear a single sound. I stood behind Wen Yiming and watched him knock on the door. This should not be his dormitory. It took a while for a sound to come from inside, and a person opened the door while scolding.

"Who is it, in the middle of the night..." The man didn't finish speaking, Wen Yiming cut his neck with a knife, the knife fell from his hand, and he was killed with one knife, blood splashed Wen Yiming's face, his originally handsome At this time, his face looked extremely ferocious and terrifying, and the man fell directly to the ground. Wen Yiming stepped directly over him, and I saw the man's body move.

The lights in the dormitory were not turned on, Wen Yiming moved quickly, one knife at a time, and the other three were killed by Wen Yiming in their sleep. I watched calmly. I have seen many murder scenes, which are considered clean. In the past, when emperors murdered and tortured people, it was disgusting and bloody.

Wen Yiming is very calm, very calm, I think he has arranged and planned in advance. Overnight, all four of them died. At this time, Wen Yiming turned on the light, and blood was everywhere, even under my feet. I jumped up and suddenly remembered, this is Wen Yiming's memory, my shoes There was no blood, and I breathed a sigh of relief.

After killing someone, Wen Yiming didn't leave immediately, he sat on a bed, his eyes were numb and cold, and he was not alive, and he looked at the blood all over the place. After a while, he got up and left, closing the door again. He walked directly into the opposite dormitory, the door of the opposite dormitory was not locked, it should have been deliberately left.

He was still moving quickly, but one screamed before he died and woke the other one up. The man turned out the flashlight and pointed it at Wen Yiming, saw him with blood all over his face, and saw two people lying in a pool of blood, the man was so frightened that he wept bitterly, "Yiming, don't... I was wrong. , I was wrong, I beg you, don't kill me, it's not my hands, it's them, they miss... Yiming, I beg you, we are good friends, let me go, let me go , I was wrong, I was wrong."

The man was locked in the corner, grabbed what was at hand and smashed it. Wen Yiming ignored it, as if he couldn't hear it, he walked up slowly, one knife, two knives, three knives, four knives... I didn't continue to count, I only knew that Wen Yiming gave the man a lot of knives , The blood was like a fountain, and with a groan, the man finally stopped moving and didn't cry.

At this moment, I saw Wen Yiming cry, tears washed away part of the blood on his face, mixed with tears and blood hanging on his face. Suddenly, there was a scream outside, and the whole building seemed to wake up at that moment. When I heard Wen Yiming walking out of the dormitory, I saw a boy sitting paralyzed at the door of the dormitory opposite. He probably got up to go to the toilet. I smelled a frightening urination. Next to him is the one who was killed first, staring at the world.

The boy turned around and saw Wen Yiming covered in blood. This time, his shout completely woke everyone in the building. There were even little ghosts in the crowd watching. The corner of Wen Yiming's mouth suddenly raised, he raised his hand and gave himself a stab, blood spurted out instantly and splashed on many people, causing a commotion, Wen Yiming leaned against the door and slowly fell down. Go down with tears on his face.

I squatted down slowly, wanting to touch Wen Yiming's eyes, but before I started, I saw a person standing not far away, I looked up, it was Wen Yiming, he looked at all this blankly , but there is still a hint of pleasure in the calm eyes.

Perhaps for that glimmer of pleasure, he is willing to execute the murder forever and repeat this murderous memory endlessly. This is liberation. I stood up, and the time and space went back seven years. Today, I didn't have time to help him close those eyes. He stood in front of me and looked at me coldly, "You see."

"Why?" I leaned against the wall, watching him quietly.

He said softly, "I forgot." The grimace was pale and pale, and he suddenly reached out to me and tilted his head, "Will you come with me? How about it?"

I backed sharply, dodging his ghost hand, I ran away quickly, Wen Yiming sneered loudly, full of ridicule. I was secretly annoyed, my body hadn't responded to Xia Wei's incident last time, and my seal was broken by Wen Yiming's palm.

"Come and accompany me." Wen Yiming followed, with a dagger in his hand, and stabbed me suddenly, "Come with me, accompany me." He followed me closely, like catching a mouse, My heart raised my throat, I underestimated Wen Yiming's evil, he is now a slave of hatred.

"Why? Why are you crying?" I turned around abruptly and took a gamble. Wen Yiming stopped abruptly, and withdrew the claws. I gasped and continued, "Don't you like killing people? Then why are you crying?"

"I..." Wen Yiming was stunned there, I reached out to take something from the package, Wen Yiming sneered and gave me a slap, my whole body flew into the air and fell heavily, I just felt heartbroken My spleen and lungs swayed, it hurt... I let out a secret cry.

"Do you want to know? Let me kill you, and you'll know." Wen Yiming roared angrily, lifted me up abruptly, stretched out his ghostly hand and smashed it straight to my heart, I gritted my teeth, smelled a Ming suddenly retracted his hand, "Your heart, your heart..."

I looked at him coldly, took out my heart from the hole he opened and threw it to him, Wen Yiming shivered violently, stepped back, and threw me away. This time I had to fall again, I was secretly distressed, a cold light flashed in the darkness, I fell directly into a cold embrace, I shook all over, I raised my eyes and glared at the person who caught me.